Coming in February!

As Valentine’s Day falls on the 14th, February, for good or ill, is very often associated with love. To keep in the spirit of this, Scene 13’s theme for the month is “Literary Love.” Each of our fabulous authors will interpret this however they choose. I can’t wait to read the posts!

Also this month, one of our authors will be celebrating a book release! The Gathering Dark by Christine Johnson will be releasing on Feb 12th.

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GATHERINGDARKnew-198x300Keira’s hallucinating. First it’s a door hovering above the road; then it’s a tree in her living room. But with her parents fighting and her best friend not speaking to her, Keira can’t tell anyone about her breakdown. Until she meets Walker. They have an electric connection—and somehow it’s as if he can see the same shadowy images.

The more Keira slowly confides in Walker, the more intense—and frightening—her visions become. Trusting him may be more dangerous than Keira could have ever imagined. Because Walker is not what he appears to be—and neither are her visions.
Keira’s hallucinating. First it’s a door hovering above the road; then it’s a tree in her living room. But with her parents fighting and her best friend not speaking to her, Keira can’t tell anyone about her breakdown. Until she meets Walker. They have an electric connection—and somehow it’s as if he can see the same shadowy images.The more Keira slowly confides in Walker, the more intense—and frightening—her visions become. Trusting him may be more dangerous than Keira could have ever imagined. Because Walker is not what he appears to be—and neither are her visions.

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Bran Llyr’s New Year Resolutions? Nah!

I don’t make New Year’s resolutions. That’s something humans do. You see, I’m not human. I’m a Guardian and Guardians live for the hunt and annihilation of demons. It is the reason we exist, so every year it’s demon-hunting fest as usual. In my case, I also have another reason to live, and that is to keep Lil safe. Lil, if you didn’t know, is the girl who stole my heart. The problem is trouble always follows her and this year is no different.

There’s something out there hunting us. Something we’ve never dealt with before, something unstoppable and immune to our Nephilimic weapons. It is creeping closer, tugging on my psi energy, hungry for blood or something worse. My greatest fear is our leaders might decide that the only way to stop it is to unleash their ultimate weapon—Lil. Not on my watch.

 

Instead of a resolution, I’ll tell you what I plan do. I will find the fiends and stop them before they come within a sniffing distance of Lil. Don’t misunderstand me. Lil is not some helpless damsel-in-distress that needs rescuing. She’s fast and strong, but she’s just a bit too caring and tends to sacrifice herself for those she loves. She’s done it twice and each time, she barely came back to me alive. This year, I’ll make sure she’s not forced to make such a choice.

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On the Edge of a New Year; A Maelstrom of Resolutions Beckons…

In this house, we lived, and we died…the two of us, we traversed these halls with our feet, gracing the bookshelves with our fingertips; we serenaded the sun through each passing season. Together, you and I, a seamless attraction whirling around with no visible center. Why would this wall, this invisible piece of injustice dare divide us now…why now when all we’ve ever done is neglect time itself?

There couldn’t be a verb, an adjective, a noun, a pronoun profound enough to literarily liberate the emotion, the feeling, the thought and power felt below my feet as I turned onto that forested bypass, leaving the city and suburbs of my post-adolescence behind. It was freedom without a flag, pestilence without a cure; both likewise and subverted. And in lighting the spliff held gingerly between my aged, wrinkled and dilapidated lips, my destiny was prolonged only for the better. If the night were thicker, I might cast myself into an ocean of doubt. If my headlights were any dimmer I might exalt myself under the most rude of Kings. It seemed that the only obstacle on the start of my journey was merely the wind; backward and pressing it was, as the Autumn always presumed it to be. And I felt as though I might be a kite without a string, a hook without bait; yes, the only deceit at my fingertips being the dirt beneath their fingernails. This journey of mine, wherever it took me, would be my last…

As I hold this glass close to my heart, the condensation soaks through this mosaic-kissed tundra my fingerprints masquerade behind, just as your stare once delved its way deep into the void where my soul once subsisted. The setting sun, if it could be labeled as such, reminds me this is only one end and only one beginning; a sequence not unfamiliar to myself nor you and yet a flavor of a taste I’d soon rather forget. There won’t be a return to be had, a turn-around or a way back once I raise this glass; this one final toast I dedicate to the years you’ve been a friend to me, and a lover to the years and years in tow following soon after.

“As a counselor of the weather behind these eyes,
as an emotion-gambling tempest to elude,
you’ve given me naught but a star to wish upon,
naught but a train to chase,
naught but a whisper to ascend and eternally a fear to face…..”

Here’s to one final flight, one last ascension, a rebellious apotheosis;
for the one thing a new year never brings is the promise of a lie and the forgiveness of those not who have fallen, but have been taken. This is not as selfish as an oath made between the faithful, nor as colorless as a promise kept between friends; no…this is the only purpose I am suitable for, this is the only ultimatum these tears can touch. When we meet again, this terrible form I have become will be like that of glass, and you will see that I can do more than merely aspire to transcend above this mortal coil. Until then, may the dreams you exist within find their way swiftly into this kinesthetically-cursed desolation that I have subconsciously sewn in your absence.

In This House, We Lived, and We Died, is a story about a man, aged and lost, in mind, body, and spirit, whose last quest takes him into the deepest abysses, across the sharpest precipices, and through the darkest abscesses of his soul so that he may collect the shattered and sunken remains of his all-but vanquished memory. A sort of Spiritual Epic in the same way "What Dreams May Come" inspires to alter life dispositions, and in the same way "Fight Club" aspires to inspire with violent psychological psithurism, "In This House, We Lived, and We Died" aims to break all the rules of the literary journey and set a new tone for the world of imagination.Release Date: Late 2013

In This House, We Lived, and We Died, is a story about a man, aged and lost, in mind, body, and spirit, whose last quest takes him into the deepest abysses, across the sharpest precipices, and through the darkest abscesses of his soul so that he may collect the shattered and sunken remains of his all-but vanquished memory. A sort of Spiritual Epic in the same way “What Dreams May Come” inspires to alter life dispositions, and in the same way “Fight Club” aspires to inspire with violent psychological psithurism, “In This House, We Lived, and We Died” aims to break all the rules of the literary journey and set a new tone for the world of imagination.
Release Date: Late 2013

Run Away From Resolutions (except for these)

I began writing, in earnest, twelve years ago. So I’m not a baby, but not necessarily a veteran in this crazy business. I’ve been fortunate and have had four books published, worked with some extraordinary editors, have a super star agent (Stephen Barbara from Foundry Literary + Media), and am working on my fifth novel. Over the years, I’ve had amazing highs and some pretty sucky lows, but I’m still hanging on, still learning, and hope I’ll be here for a long time to come.

I’ve been invited to join this wonderful group of 2013ers, even though I won’t have a new novel out this year. (I told you I’m lucky!). Anyway, since I have no character to work with, I’ve got to work with me. I think there are some rules to live by as a writer so you don’t go crazy. It’s a crazy-making business and easy to get down. There’s a thousand reasons anybody can find to not keep at it, not keep writing, make a mini-Burning Man to honor the piles and piles of rejection letters then become a brain surgeon (Brain surgery, at times, seems so much more straight forward than character and story arcs. Except for the having to cut open someone’s head, the blood … ewww).

Anyway, I digress.

Back to resolutions . The ones I told you to run away from. Well, it IS January. So as not to feel like we’ve failed before we’ve begun,  let’s call them rules, guidelines, tips  … semantics. We’re writers. Semantics matter, I know.

So here are my writer’s resolutions.
As a writer who wants to keep sane, I resolve to …

  1. Write what I love.
  2. Never write to the market. Even though my books don’t have hot love scenes, paranormals, dysfunctional future worlds with archery experts or anything that is really HOT right now, I won’t write to the market. I won’t. I won’t. I won’t.
  3. So … I will write what I love.
  4. Care about the difference between lay and lie and make sure I apply said difference to my writing.
  5. Never compare my successes (or challenges) as a writer to others. There will always be others who are more successful, and others who are less successful. There’s room for everyone. Even me.
  6. Listen. Listen. Listen. Listen to critiques (from good critique partners). Listen to speakers at conferences. Listen to TED lectures. Listen to conversations in cafes, Taco Bell, in lines at the airport and supermarket. There are writers’ jewels everywhere.
  7. Allow myself to write badly. Write horrible first drafts. Then revise.
  8. Be a writer’s writer. Buy my writer buddies’ books, request them at my libraries and bookstores. Pass out bookmarks and postcards. Re-tweet writers’ reviews and contest information.  Do random acts of publicity, including friends’ books and other favorites. Word of mouth is POWERFUL. I will do all I can to make sure the world hears about the wonderful things the people I know are writing.
  9. Never turn down a writing assignment. We’re not all James Patterson with a writing empire. We are minions. I will write. Write about dog food and trailer jacks. Write. Write. Write.
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  11. Remember that “publishing” isn’t the “end of the road.” There’s NO end … which is pretty great. Writers that I know write because they love words and have stories in them. It doesn’t end with a signed contract. There’s a silent drive in a writer’s world that makes this happen. Publishing is FAR from the end of the road.
  12. Read, read, read, read, read. Never stop reading. Read best sellers, award winners, my librarian’s favorites … everything I can.  I won’t only read in my genre. (I kind of recommend NOT reading in your genre when you write. It’s so easy to absorb another’s writing style. So I almost strictly read non-fiction when I’m mid-project.)
  13. Be proud of my novels whether they’re best sellers or considered “mid-list” novels. There’s SO nothing wrong with being a mid-list writer. Dude, I’m writing. I get to WRITE! I mean, how cool is that? So, get over the ego and keep plugging away.
  14. Remember I’m not the John Green or Maureen Johnson of social media. They’re virtual gurus and can sell out Carnegie Hall. I will do what I can, what I’m comfortable with. I won’t get bogged down on a thousand sites. I’ll do one or two and do them well. Same goes for blogging.
  15. Take bad reviews with grace. Hell, at least they took the time to write a review!
  16. It’s a SMALL TEENSY WEENSY TINY BUSINESS. So, go back to number five.  Keep things quiet, under my hat. I won’t talk bad about editors or agents or other writers. Aside from being unprofessional, it’s ungracious, catty and juvenile. I definitely love having heated debates about books. But I will always keep it professional.
  17. I will be GRATEFUL for Twilight and Fifty Shades of Gray and those other books I might have wanted to growl at. Because of these mega-hits, editors can pick up projects they love, projects they just believe need to be published, be on the shelves. So I tip my hat to the big names and thank them. Because of them, I get to write the books I love (books that don’t sell millions).
  18. Keep learning and keep perspective when I get eight page singled spaced editorial letters. I will always remember that there’s this amazing person wanting to make my book the best it can be.
  19. Make sure my copy editors know I LOVE them. They make me not look like a total moron because they catch canon ball and change it to cannonball. J
  20. Make every book my best. No. I’m not saying I can pull off As I Lay Dying  or A Hundred Years of Solitude.  I mean … hello. But I CAN write like ME and write my best book every time. Every word, every page. It’s a royal pain in the ass and takes commitment and guts because it means cutting lots of “love passages” that add nothing to the plot. It means working my tail off. But that’s why I’m here, right?
  21. Remember WHY I do this. I have a story to tell.  Many stories. That’s what it boils down to. And I have to remember to have the courage to tell the story MY way. That’s the beauty of this business. Yarns and tales, magical worlds and ghetto streets – those pages can be filled with the world I create.

Happy New Year!!

Heidi Ayarbe is the author of contemporary YA novels Freeze Frame, Compromised, Compulsion and Wanted. She is now working on her fifth novel for Philomel.

Zadie Stonebrook’s New Year’s Resolutions

Making a New Year’s resolution means I want to change something about myself. But I’ve discovered so many new things about myself recently, I need to wrap my head around it all before I can come up with something logical. Before I found out what I really am and what I am capable of, there might have been only a couple things I’d resolve to do. Like pass the tenth grade. And get Gavin to look at me. Now my eyes have been opened to a whole new level of priorities.

One resolution does come to mind: Find out what’s wrong with my sister. She’s been acting so eerily strange lately, sometimes I don’t even know if it’s really her behind those vacant eyes. And that brings me to another resolution: Master my powers so I can protect Mara—and myself, since ending up dead isn’t anywhere on my to-do list.

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Coming May 29th
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Rileigh Martin’s New Year Resolution

Yeah, I’ve never been really big on resolutions. I mean, the point is to make a change for the better, right? Well, I’m not really big on change. Especially since last year the only thing I wanted was to ace my Geometry midterm but instead, I find out I’m a reincarnated fifteenth century samurai. That alone wouldn’t be so bad if it didn’t come with the constant ninja assassination attempts.

So, yeah, change–not a huge fan. But if I were hard pressed to make a resolution, like if a kunoichi had a poisoned kanzashi at my throat, I think I’d resolve to get a handle on my ki powers. There was this incident with my best friend Quentin and, long story short, he no longer has eyebrows. So getting control of my spirit energy is definitely on my list.

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Bold Resolutions, Involving Danger, a Secret Gift of Visions, and a Legend Come to Life

Annalisia:

I don’t know of these resolutions of which you speak, but I do know something about resolve. I have resolved to don the plain cloak of a washerwoman & leave these palace walls. From the moment I enter the city, I’ll no longer be Annalisia, but simply Anna, a girl.

I’ll search for my missing cloth maiden, who has been taken. It should have been me after all, a mistake on the part of that man, il mostro, who boarded our royal vessel, and nearly killed two of my guards. (For who else but a monster would do such a thing?)

And I will use my gift of visions, no matter the danger to myself, and even though my grandmother, the queen, has forbidden it–even though I love her dearly and long for nothing more than to please her.

But I will never, under no circumstances, allow myself to lose my heart to Jovanni Septimus, even if he is a Legend come to life.

AIRE, by Lena Goldfinch

Coming Spring 2013
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